It was dark, she could hear the windows moving back and forth probably because of the wind blowing outside. She could feel the cold air around her body.
Her mind was racing fast, trying to make sense of everything. But no matter how hard she tries, she couldn’t clear her perspective.
She struggled, struggled to get up but there was no strength in her body. Then a memory of chaos struck her mind. And then everything started making sense. She could now hear the sound of the breaking glass. And there was this man in front of her. He was shouting, she guessed he wasn’t happy about something. He was shaking her with his hands on her shoulders. I must have done something wrong, she thought to herself. He was saying words and not the pleasant ones. Then he steps back, she felt relaxed and then she saw him holding something in his hands, moving towards her, and then something hit her. She could feel the pain and the warmth of her blood. Her vision was becoming blurry and she was losing her sense, herself and her world were falling apart. The moment she hit the ground, she knew that she was being hit, hit by that man, man who’s was strong enough to make her fall but weak enough to walk away from her. She closed her eyes and then she heard the door closed.
That’s all she could remember, memories from the chaos. Memories of her man, leaving from that door, that day and many times before. Memories of her, lying on that floor. Memories of her childhood, when her father used to cover her eyes to protect her from the sun. She could feel the pain in her heart and now her eyes were hurting by the dark. Because being a daddy’s little girl she used to be afraid of the dark.
This brought tears to my eyes!π’π’ but Loved it alotπππ
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Thank you so much for your comment. It really means alott to me… π
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love the Rumi quote you’ve used as a tagline…
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Thank you so much Geet ππΈπΈ
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Most welcome…
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Yay
I found someone who can create images using words π
Quality post
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Thank you so much for your feedback and kind words.That’s very motivating for me. π
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Captivating read, you did weave a strong imaginary here.
Kudos to your pen blessed with the power of words.
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Thank you so much for your kind words. I’m glad you can resonate.
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Dats deep mate & u just nailed it with your words ππππ, keep going mate βοΈπ―
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Thank you so much for your feedback Nirant πΈ
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Pleasure always π π
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You sure have a good way of using words…. Nice one
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Thank you for your profound remarks…Best wishes for you.
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You’re welcome dear
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Beautifully Penned to
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Thank you for your feedback π
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Well written, Rameen!
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Thank you so much for your comment.
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Omg. This is amazing. I’m truly in awe of how you conveyed so much more in short words. Incredibly beautiful!!
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Thank you so much. I’m glad that you find it amazing. β€
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A sad but very well written story. You certainly have a way with words and creating imagery. Great job
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That’s very generous of you to say that. Thanks a lot.
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We sometimes are so ignorant about how different our experience can be from another person….this was soulful. Thanks for sharing
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Thank you so much Ashutosh for your feedback. These remarks are coming from someone who himself is an excellent writer. So it’s really a big deal for me. I really appreciate that.
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Keep writing Rameen…π
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I could totally feel it ..It was very emotional but believe me , your strength penned it down for you wonderfully
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Thank you so much for your profound remarks. It really means a lot to me. β€
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